Thank you for the "nice doggie" complement! I'd be wagging my tail by now in gratitude if I actually had one!

You say you wouldn't be adverse to one more verse. Here's the original ending to the poem..

But if screw-ups follow screwing
which seems to be the case
and the most we do is our undoing
then even god will hide its face.

I knew us dogs had a sixth sense!
It is a great poem.

Thanks Atto, but when it comes to poetry whether great, mediocre, or lousy it all defaults to the same outcome, indifference. No one's to blame since it has no economic value of its own. Even classical music, which is on the way down, still requires orchestras, performers and soloists, etc., who must get paid. Poetry has no such requirements. Perversely, I don't mind posting some verses here knowing it will be read once or twice by two or three people and then disappear forever which I prefer in any event. It's the way things are and values change, they always do!

Btw, though it makes no difference to me for reasons stated, but there should be only one ending verse. Either the screw-up one or as written. Two codas don't make sense. It causes an imbalance since the poem is already fairly short.

Also, I don't want to seem too negative on the human race!

I do apologise, I actually though it DID need one more verse, and in fact, I liked the tapped on extra verse! Just shows what I know eh..

A heart moving from thread to threads
Searing cracks in the mind,
heated by cold deprivation.

Weaving Fate's Golden Cord,
knotted and entangled,
Vortices of one deep intuition giving holes to reason,
twisting a sense of the self.

Tears run down the face,
Streams of broken glass, prisms of lost dreams,
cutting softly through a hardened face,
hammered by a cloud of time.

Empty space, blued by fog of serene thought,
an opening of the eye.
Gated by atoms of memories,
Dissolved through the stirring of time's sharp movements.

A flickering hope within the womb of unknowing.
Head rested in her lap, she runs her finger's along old scars,
light folding through light.

Sealed within a veil of the vacuum,
oblivious to desire or intent.
Waves resonating unpitched sound unravel as a bed,
Images of time, flooded in tranquility.

Finger's calloused by a burdened mind
a caressing her breasts,
softening the coarseness of a disturbed sea,
hardening and lengthening the vitality of reason.

The "I" folds into her,
penetrating mysteries,
the "I" thrusts deeper and deeper.

"Will" released,
a neck bejeweled by the tear's of a lover's pain,
bending the curvature of space, she arches back.
Her lips breath into the psyche,
spreading open she receives
to birth thought and feeling,
all unknowing.

I love everyone
I love everyone
Apart from all
the murderes rapist
paedophile
scum
I love everyone
I love everyone
Apart from all
the murderes rapist
paedophile
scum
I love everyone
I love everyone
Apart from all
the murderes rapist
paedophile
scum
and when the judgement
comes
I'll lose pity
and
they'll succumb
666
is no fun.

While I memorize a few of my poems, many are not suitable for the public Hahaha I have a dark humour and it is greatly revealed in my poetry.
But, sometimes, there is love, or something like it. I have no idea what love is because I have never been in it. Not romantic love anyways.
I do have male friends though, that I watch get torn limb from limb by the women they chase after. I wrote this for one of them after seeing how damaged he is.

*Untitled*

I would touch your soul
by seeping my love through your pores.
Rubbing you all around,
in ways you've never felt before.
I can soothe your heart,
that has been so badly burned,
by healing you with my words,
that I can mend your wounds from head to toe,
in body and soul.

I would laugh with you when no one else would understand,
and always let you know where you stand.
I adore your mind and can't believe any woman would hurt such a man,
or not have him satisfied every second.
If you believe in me,
I can show you,
and you would be left without doubt....

Because I would hold your heart in my hand,
kiss it,
and place it back in.
~

The dispute
Was difficult to witness
Something you just couldn't miss
Or ignore
It was ugly for sure
The proposal was rejected
Our opinions collected
then we were told
To simply reject all before
which once seemed
Like common sense
But now in past tense
Was simply a phantasm
Of delusion
spread by
Our collective confusion
I cannot deny
I was taken back
By what I saw
And heard
For not a single one of us
Said a word
Of protest
Or could neither suggest
An alternative plan
Of action
Other than this course
Of retraction
Of the mistake
That was never made
And which we were forbade
To retell
Another soul
And so we remained silent
Apalled and even struck
With awe
By the levity
Of our deeds
Born out of greed
And fused with ambivilence
We had done the unthinkable
And yet remorse
Could not change the course
We had laid for ourselves
We were now complicit
In this illicit affair
The die cast
And our fates
At stake
And now it was time
To come clean
And we couldn't.